[Of course he does! Why, he loves any brightly colored thing, and it does bring out his eyes. On top of all that, he thinks there is not a single thing in the world that should make Hector look so unhappy, least of all a run-in with a cute creature. (Jaskier found it cute, at least. Except for pulling out the quills. That had not been fun.)]
Ah. All of them, you say? [It's not exactly a gauche topic, but it's one of the few times Hector's brought them up. The way he sees it, he's here, now, with Hector; has enjoyed his company in his bed and in his home. And, he hopes, further in his life. Jaskier gathers close to him, reaching out like he means to draw Hector's head to his for a kiss.] I've become a bit of a silver fox, one may say. Do you feel lucky, Hector? I feel I've become a bit of what I love. As you yourself pointed out once.
[Those with pale hair certainly are his weakness even still.]
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[Of course he does! Why, he loves any brightly colored thing, and it does bring out his eyes. On top of all that, he thinks there is not a single thing in the world that should make Hector look so unhappy, least of all a run-in with a cute creature. (Jaskier found it cute, at least. Except for pulling out the quills. That had not been fun.)]
Ah. All of them, you say? [It's not exactly a gauche topic, but it's one of the few times Hector's brought them up. The way he sees it, he's here, now, with Hector; has enjoyed his company in his bed and in his home. And, he hopes, further in his life. Jaskier gathers close to him, reaching out like he means to draw Hector's head to his for a kiss.] I've become a bit of a silver fox, one may say. Do you feel lucky, Hector? I feel I've become a bit of what I love. As you yourself pointed out once.
[Those with pale hair certainly are his weakness even still.]